Ghetts - Line Of Work lyrics
Ghetts [Justin Clarke Samuel]
[Ghetts - Line Of Work lyrics]
(yeah, yeah, yea) Yo, I like this i like it
Brap, brap, brap, brap, brap
Brap, brap, brap, brap
Yeah (yeah) ghetto (Ghetto)
(What?) What do you do then?
(I'll tell ya) How you getting this fee
What’s your line of work?
(Staying alive) What are you doing
To get this dough?
(Spit bars, I'm on a grind) yeah, yeah, yeah
Fully corrupt out here (Fully corrupted)
All sorts, got my hands in
All sorts of supplies, mate
Yeah
So what's your line of work?
Feds on the case every time you work
Moving keys ain’t minor work
Be on point or ride a bird
That cat's really a fed
Now he's got you handcuffed
Screaming "Lie on the curb!"
But at least you know you ain't bankrupt
When I get released from the bing
You were buying the merk
So what's your line of work?
I ain't ever seen you without
A tie and a shirt
I'm like, don't you get tired of work?
9 to 5, that ain’t my kind of work
I be on the grind, moving the line
From work, cats say my supply’s superb
Too shadowed for those who tried to observe
Because I know there's time to be served
So, what’s your line of work?
Another MC just trying to be heard
I can relate to that but it's my turn
And I've got more than just "My Mind Works"
Nasty be my firm to divert
Plus I've heard, you do nothing but pirate
You might merk when I splurt
But when I’m there you talk shit like
You can't spit so you buy herbs
You look like a right nerd
But I'll still call you son
Like you're my sperm
Your mum, she's got more than nice perm
And she's on every corner I turn
You can get a bring in but I'm in line first
Because ain't no way I'm getting shines third
There's no way I'm getting shined third
You know fuck that
So what's your line of work?
Work? All I know is quick-money getting
I'm always on the road, everyday I'm sweating
Never on a long ting, pace I'm setting
Run up in a bookies but not for the betting
8 o'clock curfew, I've gotta get in
Feds at my door from the moment I step in
Money for make and gyals for me checking
If I get shift, will I get bailed
What'dya reckon?
No, I've been off the rail since 7
And I'm 20 now, been through many towns
Big boy but I still have
To sneak Kelly around
And when it comes to this shit, I'm the best
But niggas don't wanna see Reggie crowned
Say my name already, whenever you're ready
Clown you have to think, I'm already down
Brap, brap, brap, brap, brap
Brap, brap, brap, brap
Yeah (yeah) ghetto (Ghetto)
(What?) What do you do then?
(I'll tell ya) How you getting this fee
What’s your line of work?
(Staying alive) What are you doing
To get this dough?
(Spit bars, I'm on a grind) yeah, yeah, yeah
Fully corrupt out here (Fully corrupted)
All sorts, got my hands in
All sorts of supplies, mate
Yeah
So what's your line of work?
Feds on the case every time you work
Moving keys ain’t minor work
Be on point or ride a bird
That cat's really a fed
Now he's got you handcuffed
Screaming "Lie on the curb!"
But at least you know you ain't bankrupt
When I get released from the bing
You were buying the merk
So what's your line of work?
I ain't ever seen you without
A tie and a shirt
I'm like, don't you get tired of work?
9 to 5, that ain’t my kind of work
I be on the grind, moving the line
From work, cats say my supply’s superb
Too shadowed for those who tried to observe
Because I know there's time to be served
So, what’s your line of work?
Another MC just trying to be heard
I can relate to that but it's my turn
And I've got more than just "My Mind Works"
Nasty be my firm to divert
Plus I've heard, you do nothing but pirate
You might merk when I splurt
But when I’m there you talk shit like
You can't spit so you buy herbs
You look like a right nerd
But I'll still call you son
Like you're my sperm
Your mum, she's got more than nice perm
And she's on every corner I turn
You can get a bring in but I'm in line first
Because ain't no way I'm getting shines third
There's no way I'm getting shined third
You know fuck that
So what's your line of work?
Work? All I know is quick-money getting
I'm always on the road, everyday I'm sweating
Never on a long ting, pace I'm setting
Run up in a bookies but not for the betting
8 o'clock curfew, I've gotta get in
Feds at my door from the moment I step in
Money for make and gyals for me checking
If I get shift, will I get bailed
What'dya reckon?
No, I've been off the rail since 7
And I'm 20 now, been through many towns
Big boy but I still have
To sneak Kelly around
And when it comes to this shit, I'm the best
But niggas don't wanna see Reggie crowned
Say my name already, whenever you're ready
Clown you have to think, I'm already down